TL;DR

Oh, how long have I been in this grave?
Inside asleep, but seemingly awake
It's not a nice way and I am ashamed
I walk around strange
Didn't I say I don't care either way
If it's a bad day or a really nice day?
I'm under your spell and this is my cell
I know it too well
Familiar hell

You won't believe what they say about us, bad PR
Bad chemistry between the 9 and three-star (ahaha)
Only real fanatics know, TL;DR (yeah)
In the ER at the hotel, two keycards (yeah)
GTB, they still wanna hear GT-R
Black Discharge top, G-Star RAW's (haha)
Sing Peroxide on the stage in B-sharp (at the bus stop)
Black windows on the strip, black Dodge Charge'

Only real fanatics know, TL;DR
They still wanna hear GT-R
And we still got bad PR (yeah)
But GTB is up, all-star

They don't know, they don't know, they don't
I've made a lot of fucking zeros, but they don't know (no, they don't)
They don't know, they don't know, they don't
They don't know, they don't know, they don't
Champagne raining, champagne raining everywhere I go
Diamonds raining, diamonds raining everywhere I go
They don't know, they don't know, they don't
Bank account on stacks and a Range Rove'

On a nice day, rep the 9
In New York or Dubai
On the sick star, six sides
Let the sick star shine
On the low, keep your eyes on the prize
On the shores our horizons will rise
Make the goal, never go offside
Keep it cool on the rise till, uh-uh-uh

This, this, this, this, this distance
This, this, this, this, this cold embrace
This, this, this, this, this sunshine
Stopped by pollution, cold and grey
This, this, this, this, this distance
This, this, this, this, this cold embrace
This, this, this, this, this sunshine
Stopped by pollution, cold and grey